Robert got up and left the table and went over to Abbey. She had gone into the living room and was just sitting on the floor. He knelt in front of her. "Hey," he frowned. "No smile for Papa today?" His voice was gentle. She shook her head no. She was playing with a strand of carpet rather aimlessly. He stood up, picked her up and sat her on his lap. He wrapped her close to him. "What's the matter?" he asked her, kissing her forehead. He noticed she was just a trifle warm. He laid his hand on her forehead and noticed she had just a trace of fever, a start of a sore throat, and a start of a stuffy nose. "Ah. Don't feel well?" he asked. She cuddled into him silently. "Papa can fix that," he said. He laid his hand again on her forehead and reduced her symptoms for a bit.
"Doggie hurt Mama," Abbey said. "Put Mama in box." Robert frowned. No one had told her that Khaat had been held in a cell.
"Did you have a dream?" he asked her. She shrugged. She didn't know. "Mama is fine. She's in her room with Daddy."
"No. Mama in box," she said.
"No, no. Come with me. I"ll show you," he said, getting up and taking her upstairs.
"That child has much too much of you and her mother," Angus told Kate.
"So it would seem," Kate said.